Chapter Three
Elena runs back to her bed room. The ring is no longer on the dresser. Maybe you were sleep walking and put it on. She concludes to herself. She wasn't going crazy. This wasn't really happening. That's it! This must be another dream! Okay Elena, go back to bed and you'll wake up for real this time.
She makes her way back into her bed and crawls under the covers, being sure to bury her head under her blankets to finally put an end to this nightmare. But it doesn't stop. Elena simply lays there for 30 minutes trying to put rest a dream that was actually reality.
She furiously rips the sheets and blankets off of her and stomps downstairs.
I'm spending the night at Ric's. Dinner is in the fridge, sleepy head.
Love, Jenna
At Bonnie's. Her parents aren't home. 'Nuff said.
-Jer
p.s. rip this up after you read it.
Great. Elena would be spending the rest of her Friday night at home. Alone. She takes the notes off the counter and throws them in the trash, feeling abandoned right when she needed a distraction.
Before going into the living room, Elena looks in the fridge. Jenna threw together a quick lasagna. Thinking it too much of a hassle to microwave the lasagna Elena settles for a carton of Ben & Jerry's and a spoon.
She flops down on the couch and wraps the multicolor afghan around her body and turns on the TV. As always, the only things on were reality TV shows which she hated with a burning passion.
The wind outside picks up, sending howls through the drafty windows. Elena pulls the blanket around her tighter. The pressure pressing on the windows from the outside makes the windows sound like they're about to burst open, letting the frigid wind blow into the house.
The lights dim and flicker as the wind picks up once more. Of all nights, why did they pick tonight to abandon me? Elena whines as she sits further back in the couch.
Just then the wind howls again. The loudest it's ever been. The lights flicker on and off again, leaving Elena in momentary darkness. They come back on a second later. The wind has stopped. Everything is calm. Elena breathes a sigh of relief and loosens her grip on the remote control.
Elena lies back on the couch, puts her feet up and begins to relax. She flips through the channels once more, although nothing has changed since the past 20 minutes. Elena closes her eyes, enjoying the silence. The wind was no longer blowing. The only sound could be heard from the ticking of the clock on the wall opposite of her.
Flashes of His face pop up behind her eye lids. His smile sends shivers of pleasure down her spine. She almost feels as if he is there with her.
Her eyes snap open when she hears something upstairs. The wind has picked up again, back with a vengeance. The lights flicker off. This time they do not come back on.
Oh my god oh my god oh my god. Elena is terrified. She gets up and makes her way into the kitchen, rummaging around in the cabinets for some candles. She can't find any.
She hears the noise again upstairs. It sounds like someone is up there. Maybe Jeremy came home early? Elena tries to tell herself; but she doesn't do a good job. She's still afraid.
Slowly making her way upstairs she listens for the sound again; but it doesn't come. She makes her way to her bedroom and grabs a few large vanilla scented candles off her desk.
Before descending the staircase she pauses, and looks into the dark shadows of the upstairs hallways. She listens. Nothing. Maybe it was just my imagination; I have had a lot on my mind.. she reasons before walking down the stairs.
Halfway down she hears it again. This time it comes from downstairs. In the kitchen.
She contemplates on whether or not to run upstairs lock her door and wait it out till morning. But she decides against it. You can't be scared all of your life, Elena. Get a grip! She slowly walks down the dark hallways, unlit candles in hand and makes her way to the kitchen.
It was empty. No one was there. The bright moonlight slips through the windows and illuminates the kitchen enough for Elena to see that she was in fact alone.
She digs out a box of matches from one of the drawers and lights the candles; soon illuminating the room in a soft orange glow.
She stares at the flames; mesmerized. They remind her of the warm fire of her dreams; ablaze in the large fire place. She thinks of Him staring into those very flames; his stone hard body contrasting against the warm ambiance.
A sudden movement from behind makes her snap back to reality. She stands there frozen for a few minutes. Her breathing becomes rigid. Is someone watching me? She asks herself. She closes her eyes tightly, hoping the eerie feeling would go away but it doesn't.
Okay Elena, don't be afraid. Count to three and turn around.
One…
Her breathing becomes even more staggered. Her heartbeat is in overdrive.
Two…
Her knuckles turn white as she digs her nails into the marble countertop.
Three!
Elena takes one more deep breath before turning around slowly. Her eyes are still tightly shut. She doesn't know if she's ready to open them; to see what's been making the noises.
She opens her right eye first. It takes a few seconds for her to adjust to the darkness again. She doesn't see anything. She opens the other eye and scans the kitchen. Nothing. Everything was normal. There was no one there. She was alone.
The lights flash back on at that instant, giving Elena's heart another jolt of adrenaline. She laughs to herself at how completely idiotic she was being. She was alone. The doors were locked, all the windows were shut. She was safe, and alone.
Elena walks to the wall to turn off the light before heading back into the living room. She turns around one more time before plunging the kitchen back into darkness. She scans the room one more time. The cabinets were all closed and in order. The window was closed. The counter was…
What is that?
Omg what is that?
Elena inches her way to the counter.
There, stands a lone glass.
A glass of liquor.
OH MY! What is up with Elena!
..is she going crazy?
Just gotta keep reading to see!
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Sam